Definitely Broken

Is it wrong to love no one?

Am I heartless?

Or am I broken?

Perhaps a little bit of both?

 

Every time I open myself up to you,

I get hurt,

So this is me saying I’m done,

Don’t call.

Don’t text.

Don’t even look at me.

Then I realise you weren’t planning

on doing any of those things regardless.

 

Broken, definitely broken.

The End

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